moonlit and devious (слэш)

It isn't like him being so... easy.
Others are usually the ones fawning over him. Not the other way around.
Astarion stares at him from across the camp, distractedly sipping on the cheap wine one of the saved tieflings provided. That silky hair and toned body, those broad shoulders and long legs… the way he folds when he laughs, how he scratches his head when he’s embarrassed and really holds onto people’s gazes… even the scales, horns and tail have him stirred. Hard not to imagine holding onto them while–
He clicks his tongue.